05 Sep 2015

1. I don’t know what to write. The worst type of person I don’t want to talk to is someone who seems good. Seems sweet and nice. But within 5 to 10 minutes of talking with them, you’ll be able to notice the devil behind that consistently irritating behavior.

2. Day 9877. I am still alive. When I was in my late teens and early twenties, I helped as many people as I can with their computers. I did not charge them anything. If I help them once, it will not stop there. They will come back to me every time they need help with their computers. And they get very demanding as well. Where are those ungrateful people now? When I was at my lowest low were they there for me? Not one of them was there for me. Those people were friendly to me as long as I have something to give them. But once I stopped helping them, they treated me with contempt and indifference. I’m fixing their computers during my free time, and these people are setting deadlines for me. They even want me to visit their house so it would be more convenient for them. That’s why I don’t do this type of thing anymore. I am not obligated to anyone with their computers. You can bring your computer to a technician, and let them fix it for you for a fee. Even those people who profess to be good people are using illegitimate software.

3. When I left my water container on the 1st floor about a month ago, the guard during that time kept on insisting that the water container that came back and was refilled was mine. Ignorant and arrogant at the same time. I owned that container for almost four years, so I know what my container looks like. Treated me like I am retarded. I did not do anything to deserve that kind of treatment.

4. Backstabbing cannot be avoided. When I was in high school and college, backstabbing I rarely experienced in my immediate vicinity. Maybe it was because they don’t want to offend me during those times or perhaps people from those places are more refined. But for a certain amount of time at my workplace, coworkers treated me as if they owned me. I need to stand my ground and show them a thing or two. If the worst comes, I might need to punch them until they cry. They think I will not fight back. I am not afraid of them. I am afraid of the consequences of the anger that I am always capable of venting to the fullest extent of my capabilities. If they have nothing good to say, then they can just say nothing.

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